Fear me you lords and lady preachers 
I descend upon your Earth from the skies  [bad word] your very souls you unbelievers 
Bring before me what is mine, the seven seas of rhye 

Can you hear me you peers and privy counsellors 
I stand before you naked to the eyes 
I will destroy any man who dares abuse my [bad word] 
I swear that you'll be mine, the seven seas of rhye 

Sister, I live and lie for you 
Mister, do and I'll die 
You are mine, I possess you, I belong to you forever 

Storm the master-marathon, I'll fly through 
By flash and thunder-fire I'll survive, I'll survive, I'll survive I'll survive, I'll survive 
Then I'll defy the laws of nature [bad word] out alive 
Then I’ll get you 
Be gone with you, you shod and shady senators 
Give out the good, leave out the bad evil cries 
I challenge the mighty titan and his troubadours 
And with a smile I'll take you to the seven seas of rhye 

Oh I do like to be beside the seaside 
Oh I do like to be beside the sea 
Where the brass band plays, tidily, Om, pom, pom 
Oh I do like to be beside the seaside 
Oh I do like to be beside the sea 
Where they crowd beside the sea 
And besides themselves with glee beside the seaside